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Saw ye Eppie Marly, honey
The wife that sells the barley, honey?
She's lost her pocket an a' her money,
Wi followin Jacobite Charlie, honey.
Eppie Marly's turned sae fine,
She'll no gang oot tae herd the swine,
But lies in bed till echt or nine,
An winna come doon the stairs tae dine.